User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912/@comment-2246928-20180201035236

Reave took the offered half eagerly, thanking the squirrel profusely in between munches of the tasty, jam-covered snack. It disappeared within moments, and the hare procured a little white red and black spotted pawkerchief and politely dabbed his mouth and whiskers. What crumbs were found he tossed into his mouth, and the pawkerchief disappeared back into his sash again. "Mmmf!" He exclaimed, and gave his stomach a pat as he gazed out across the grassland spread out before them, a sad, nostalgic little look in his dark-brown eyes. "Thank you again, sah, that was quite spiffin' scrumptious iffen I do say so meself, wot, which I sure as snakes are scum jolly do, wot. Reminded me of ole Granpaw Cap'n Corgan Rilance's cookin', wot. Ole gramps was a marvelous chap. His scoff c'd make th' Head Chef o' Mount Sally's whiskers twitch in flippin' green-eyed envy 'n' th' Badgerlord's tummy rumble up a storm, wot."